β...Anyway, to sum it up, that's why life sucks.β If asked, Oliver probably couldn't even manage to repeat the story he had just spouted off to four zombies trapped under metal that definitely wouldn't hold, but hell, complaining felt good. Even if, technically, he was talking to a bunch of reanimated corpses...man, he really needed to get his priorities figured out.
He stuck his fingers in his pudding again, about to take another bite, when a sound filled the little store that froze him quickly. A weird kind of grovel... low...spinning...
Oliver pulled his eyes towards the ceiling for a moment, debating his options. Put down the delicious pudding and grab a knife, or not put down the delicious pudding and possibly die...Honestly, if he was going to go out, he'd rather do it with the memory of pudding in his mouth than blood.
Just when he was about to actually make a move, a cart came around the corner, none other than Donatello Keiko pushing it. Then there was a knife flying across the room, a walker hitting the ground, and Oliver rolled his eyes before putting his fingers back into his mouth.
βYour ass,β he shot out when the other guy demanded what he was looking at. Which was only half a snarky comment actually β Donnie did have a nice ass. Hell, he had pretty much nice everything, but there was too much fucked up in there for Oliver to ever actually be interested. Too bad his rough personality didn't match that face...
Of course after him came Urainie. Of fucking course. She lectured β he knew it because he could hear her talking in the background β but he went back to his pudding. Which was amazing. Until the bitch was grabbing him and pulling him up.
Honestly, Oliver had half the mind to deadweight on her β he had to weight at least twice as much as she did, but he didn't. Because even he could see the amount of zombies trying to get through the store. Go figure. (He was, actually, kind of surprised Donnie didn't kill her the moment she touched his cigarette β those were not easy to find these days.)
He rolled his eyes as he put the cap on his pudding and shoved it in one of the large pockets on his cargo pants before grabbing his knife. He leaned over the fallen shelving, shoving the blade deep into the four zombies skulls. Yeah, technically the Runner's were a bigger threat, but Oliver learned the hard way not to leave any of them kicking.
They all had.
For whatever reason, at some point, Urainie had elected herself leader of their band of misfit survivers. Which was fine β Oliver didn't care, usually she made good calls. The annoying thing was her intense need to protect everyone.
It was going to get her killed one day.
Oliver did a quick head count in his mind as Urainie pushed the boys towards the back of the store. Three of them were here, three of them should be either at or close to the warehouse, Manny was nearby but if he got into any trouble he would most likely get his way out (lord knew how), and Anubis (wherever he was) would be fine.
They literally had nothing to worry about except for the impending doom of twenty or so Runners, and...well, Urainie, despite her hero-complex she probably needed saving herself. The girl had obviously taken a fall or something, if the blood was anything to account for. And he was willing to bet her head was pounding like a motherfucker.
The plan came pretty quickly and Oliver jogged to the back of the building, scanning the alcohol shelves until he found what he was looking for. Tequila. Bless whoever hadn't already raided the store.
He swiped the bottle down, skipped a few aisles until he found the work rags and jerked one out of the packaging, then ripped of the bottle's lid and shoved the cotton inside. Back to his group and he basically assaulted Donatello because he knew where the kid kept his lighters. (Any other time Oliver would have loved the chance to get his hands all up on that β now if the zombies didn't kill him, Donnie probably would. Probably).
βBurn, baby, burn,β Oliver muttered, flicking the lighter on and waiting until the end of the rag caught fire. As luck would have it, that was also about the time the glass doors gave way. He tossed the lighter back to Donnie, pushed himself in front of Urainie, and threw.
Glass hit the ground, shattered, and then there was suddenly fire everywhere. βHa!β Oliver jumped in the air, fist pumped, and then grinned as the zombies tried (and failed) to walk through the wall of fire.
Here was where his plan obviously failed. Zombies didn't care about shit β they would walk through fire, no problem, it wasn't like it hurt them. The upside was that they still burned, and usually quickly (and, zombies as a general species were fairly dumb, they got distracted by flames like a blonde got distracted by shiny things). The downside was that they would keep moving until they couldn't anymore...and a flammable zombie was a little more scary than a nonflammable zombie.
They needed to put some distance between them. Fast.
βRun,β he mentioned, and then twisted around on his heels and took off for the back exit.